In the beginning, I belonged to a witch who kept me underground, hidden in her hoard of treasure.

Then one day, a solider unearthed me.

When he lit his pipe by me, a little black dwarf appeared, and carried out the soldier’s orders.

So now my master, who was once a wounded soldier, dismissed by the king after years of faithful service, has had his revenge. Using my power, he has conquered the king and has married his daughter.

The world hasn’t changed much, though. Witches, soldiers, kings—they’re all the same. They all want power.

Blue Light in The Blue Light, Grimms